Don't get me wrong

Don't mind you shouting

Just think your style excludes

The part that really matters

Just grow tired

Of empty minds mouthing

English language courses

While they struggle with the a b c of heart

And I confess

That all I've learnt

Has been learnt a million times

By every empty heart

That ever felt a song come home

But I'd he happy

When next I ask the time

11 I find I've wasted none of mine

listening while you wasted all of yours.